Finally, I can tell my story. 

On Saturday, I got married to the absolute love of my life. And when I tell you it was LUXURIOUS, I mean LUXURIOUS.

The hall? Decorated like heaven. Gold, white, flowers everywhere. My dress? Custom-made, 2.5 million naira lace. My husband? Looking so fine, like he just came out of a GQ magazine.

And the celebrities? Ah! Davido mounted the stage and performed "Unavailable" live for us! Tems, Ayra Starr, even Cubana Chief Priest was spraying money. Everyone came to celebrate us. It was a movie!

After the wedding, we jetted off to Mauritius for our honeymoon. Private beach. 5-star resort. Just me and my darling husband, doing life together, sipping coconut, watching sunset. I was literally crying because I felt so blessed. God really did it for me.

It was everything I ever prayed for.

Then...

NEPA took light. My phone alarm rang. 6:00am.

I woke up. Alone on my bed. Wrapper on the floor. Fan not blowing.

Ahhh! So I was just dreaming ooo! 😭😭

Imagination wan wound me! Who else does this kind of dream? Or na only me be delusional bride like this? 😂😂